a dream i had in the autumn in 2007. wrote it into a form of a lil story.
i once had a dream where there was an unknown french man with his two lady friends that were models. those women were gorgeous. i don't know what kind of a woman is gorgeous for you, but let me tell you, i have seen a woman i want to be. i say a woman, cause the woman standing on the left in this dark and quiet disco room was so captivating i still remember her, deep and focused my glance on her made me. everything in that space was glowing some kind of strange and attractive light. tranquil serenity was brimful in her. and an unerring eye for style. oh man if you saw the black hat with the wide brim she was wearing, or the cut of her black funky dress. she was a work of art, sculpture, yet so serene and able not to let that capture her. her surface in intensive communication with the world didn't shake the balance in her. she knew who she was. her attention was in me, just as everybody's in that dream. the man, his friends and my friends tried to tell me how he was the right man for me, but i was not convinced. he was wearing a baby blue shirt. i didn't say a word. man's friends didn't say a word either, but their eyes told they agreed. friendship of those three was one. the man had known he was to see and meet me, he had wanted to see me, but why, i didn't know. all i knew is that it had something yo do with cabaret and that he gave me all the information about himself. not only contact information, but all the information for me to read and see. his history. his talent. i didn't react, all i saw was the parisienne that had made such an impression on me.
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